Page 63 of Ghost of a Chance
“At your car, when Dan interrupted us.Didn’t you?”she asked.
“I mean I hoped we’d connect, but until you asked me to have sex with you… I didn’t really think it would happen.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You totally underestimate your effect on me.”
“My effect?”
She shook her head.“I’m not going to explain it.”
Well, now he had to know.“You have to.I mean is it that I’m a stud or so irresistible—”
He broke off as she started tickling him.He had to roll away to escape it.“Let it be.”
It had been a long time since he’d felt this kind of joy.The freedom of being entirely himself with another person.“I’ll clean up and grab us a blanket.Then we can cuddle by the fire.”
“It’s a bit chilly,” she said.
He went and got his T-shirt.Tossed it to her and stared as she pulled it on.The fabric hung loose on her frame but still hinted at her supple curves.He wanted her to see him as he was.All the screwups and the uncertainty and the fact that when he was with her that sort of melted away.
Fourteen
There was something about being in Jasper’s arms that she could get used to.The spicy smell of his cologne mingling with a hint of sweat.The way his body enveloped hers.Dangerous thinking.Curled behind her in his boxer briefs, holding her against his chest, he felt solid.Comforting.
Her mind was quiet for once.
“I like your tattoo,” he said, quietly, his chin resting on her shoulder.“I get that you haven’t decided on making it permanent yet, but it’s really nice.”
“Yeah?I like it too.”
“Then why don’t you just get it… I mean it’s none of my business but I’m curious.”
“It’s the blood.I mean I thought I could handle it.I watchInk Masterall the time.Honestly, I thought the red that showed up was just some sort of dark dye they had to use to get the colors to pop.”
“Uh…”
“Yeah, I get it.It just didn’t occur to me.So I rolled up to get my first tattoo—like I said, slightly drunk—watching the needle as he worked on the design.Then I got lightheaded, saw spots, and barely managed not to pass out until he was done…but it wasn’t the best experience.”
“Wow, that’s a lot.No wonder you don’t have more,” he said.
Notyou’re a massive wusswhich was what Buck said.Remembering that she’d let that asshole have any control over her pissed her off.He was a jerk.Why hadn’t she been able to see it when she’d been dating him and trying so hard to make him happy?Why would she want that guy to like her?
“What about you?Any tats?”
“Yes.I thought you’d noticed it,” he said, sitting up and twisting his leg so she could see the back of his left calf where there was a… What wasthat?!
“Yosemite Sam?”
“Yeah.”
“Big fan?”she asked sitting up, crossing her legs as she looked at the design.It was pretty nice, but huge.It took up most of the back of his calf.She was surprised she hadn’t noticed it before, but to be fair when he was naked her eyes were usually on his chest, or his ass, or his dick.
“Um…well I have one video that my dad made for me and it’s him talking about the stuff he wants to show me when I’m older.And one of them was Looney Tunes, especially Yosemite Sam.So when I was twenty-one I got drunk and decided to go and get the tattoo.”
Leaning forward she traced her hand over the hat and the two .45s that were pointed up in the character’s hands.“It’s really big.”
